Page 111 of Truth or Dare

I leaned up, still avoiding his crotch, and got my boobs in his face. He nuzzled in between my cleavage and I squeezed his shoulders and ran my hands up and down his arms.

And then I backed away, down to his thighs again and watched him bite down on his bottom lip, staring at my boobs. I cupped them in my hands and then ran my thumbs over my nipples. He shook his head, watching intently as my right hand slid down into my panties.

“Oh wow,” I breathed. “I wish you could feel how wet I am, husband.”

He smirked. “Come up here, wife, and let me feel how wet you are. Let me feel it with my cock.”

“Nuh uh.”

“Or come way up here, wife, and let me feel how wet you are with my tongue.”

“Mm.” I inserted a finger inside myself. “Wow, I’m wet and tight, husband. Bet you’d love to feel how tight I am, too.”

“You gonna let me feel or taste or are you gonna be a tease?”

“Teasing you is fun.”

“Mm. Touch me, Tia.”

I touched his cheek and then scrubbed it with my fingertips and leaned up and kissed his mouth. He tried to give me some tongue, but I backed off.

“My cock, Tia,” he said.

It sounded like an order. I knew him well enough to know it was one.

I shook my head. “Naw. I wanna tease you a bit more first.”

I got on my knees so my face was hovering over his stomach. I kissed his belly button. He arched so that his cock was at my chest. I grabbed my boobs and squeezed them together, getting his rigid cock between them for just a moment and then I backed off and kissed his abs, getting back on my knees between his legs. He lifted his feet and then crossed them at the ankles and trapped me between them. His amused look had faded and now he looked like he wanted to devour me. I stayed still, trapped between his legs, but with his hands restrained above his head it didn’t look like there was much he could do about it. I tucked my hair behind my ears and then reached for his shoulders, getting my fingertips under his arms. I began to tickle his armpits. This earned me a scowl. He pulled on the restraints a little.

“Oh? Don’t like that?” I asked as I tickled his stomach. I didn’t think it was very effective, he’d just tightened his abs so probably couldn’t even feel it. I squirmed out from between his legs and got off the bed.

“Get back here, wife!” he demanded through gritted teeth.

“I’m thirsty. I think I’ll go grab a drink. You thirsty?”

“No. Not even a little,” he replied, looking like he was getting more than a bit impatient with me.

“I’m a lil’ peckish, too. Did we bring any food? Anything I can make a sandwich with?”

“Tia.” Tommy was definitely losing patience.

“I’ll just go look.” I left the room, calling back, “Man I miss Nita’s cold breaded chicken.”

I went downstairs and took my time perusing. I found a few bottles of beer and water in the cool retro powder blue with a pearl finish fridge. There was a matching Aga cooker. This was a great country kitchen. Not too big, but definitely cool. I took a few sips of water and opened and closed a few cupboards, which were all empty, then sauntered back upstairs, trying to be all sexy in my red undies and bra.

I leaned against the doorframe and took in the delightful sight of him lying there looking almost helpless with his pants down below his hips, his underwear tented in a delectably mouth-watering way, and his arms over his head, still fastened by two belts to the brass headboard.

“Hey, my husband,” I breathed huskily and swallowed a sip, purposely letting a few drops of water trail down my chin and between my breasts. I pulled one strap down, letting one of the ‘girls’ out and put the sole of a foot flat on the door frame so that my knee was bent.

“It’s hot up here, isn’t it?” I poured just a tiny bit of the cold water over that breast, not enough to soak myself but enough to make that nipple pebble. I arched my back.

He shook his head. “You’re so gonna fuckin’ get it.”

I giggled, shrugged, pulled my bra strap back up and walked over and put a knee to the end of the bed.

“It? What it am I gonna get?”

He shook his head. “It.”

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